Virgil

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wine in antarctica - Sixty-eight I'll be drinking wine in Antarctica, regardless of where you are, frost covering the top of the glass, I set it down in the perpetual ...

Is it a term in the story, or is it an actual name? I'm going to assume it's more of a term or title since that's what you state. Some ...

@Autumns @ScarlettFire @Apricity from the jam. fluent in//broken hearts//breaking hearts - Number Sixty-seven i am fluent in broken hearts, in misery, almost as if it were my mother tongue. there ...

Prompt: 'stone hearts, bleeding red' gifted by @ScarlettFire in a jam! stone hearts - Number Sixty-six stone hearts, bleeding red. the scent of strawberries in the amorous air.

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Reviewing to help others better themselves and their writing is most definitely why I review. I'm not very needy regarding points, and I certainly don't review for them, at least, ...

In ways, it does, and I think in some form it applies to all literature. Showing and not telling in this case, is the difference between showing scenes in a ...

echo - Number Sixty-five i can hear her echo in old home videos that i watch on the television when no one else is home. i can see her dancing ...

fairisle sweater - Number Sixty-four you still wear the mourning on your sleeve, like a fairisle sweater in april. i think of how it embodies your grief, only scraps and ...

vertigo - Number Sixty-three left in vertigo, i steady myself on an oak tree. i wanted to spin like the earth, to see how it felt forever hurdling counter-clockwise, head ...

It is done. smile for you [i can't bring it upon myself to taunt your cat with a laser pointer again, now that i know the feeling.] i miss your ...

Jasper - Number Sixty-two gems depraved, poison in their blood. i wanted to take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust, but i can't when these thoughts ...

dishwater - Number Sixty-one i wash the dishes in early morning, sunshine gleaming through the smudged windows, glass delicate as i and as firm as you were. potted plants lined ...